Alastor: he pat his head before glancing back into the forest. The place where George was pricked slowly began to burn like fire, feeling as though fire was spreading under his skin.

George: George winced at the pain, pulling a hand away from Alastor to scratch at the spot again. George trusted Alastor so it wasn't like this would hurt too much more, right? Alastor said he wouldn't hurt him, right?

Alastor: he smacked George's hand away "don't touch it, it hurts worse if you do that...." he paused for a moment. "I should know." He grabbed both of George's wrists and held his arms above his head so he wouldn't touch his back. "It'll be uncomfortable give it time."

George: George whined as he squirmed, as if he could shrink away from the pain. "How do you know it stings this much? Has someon else done this to you prior?" George grumbled while he tried to yank his hands free from Alastor.

Alastor: he chuckled finding it amusing to watch George squirm. "I wasn't always a parasite you know George." He kept his hands firmly up in the air, if he were to touch his back at the moment he'd probably freak out. Alastor would like to avoid that.

George: "Wait... Are you turning me into a parasite??" George squeaked in a panic as he continued to struggle but more frankly now. "Oh no no no no! That would not be good! Tell me you're not turning me into a parasite, Alastor!!"

Alastor: he laughed as if it were a joke. "Oh George no!! That would start with me separating your head from your shoulders. Does it look like I'm decapitating you??" He finally let go of his arms with a snicker. "You need to work on that anxiety sh if you have going on man."

George: "My anxiety is perfectly normal for the situation," George hissed, immediately going and scratching the back of his neck. "Ariv would fucking kill me if I got injected with a parasite again, even if it was from you!"

Alastor: he pouted crossing his arms over his chest. "Well that hurt just a little..." he glanced away as George spoke Ariv's name. He didn't remember the last time he'd seen the other. Everything was all a blur. "Anyways!" He smacked George's hands. "No scratching, you'll scratch right through your skin and cause bleeding , trust me, you won't feel it either it'll just keep getting worse untill it's infected."

George: "It's nothing against you," George mumbled softly as he struggled to keep his hand away from his neck. "We've just had bad run-ins with some before that really don't mix well with our bodies." George paused for a minute. "You two haven't broken up or anything, right...?"